A place to think A place to think
"You know, sometimes I'm afraid we're taking this all for granted. Like one day we're not going to have this anymore, and we'll miss it. Really miss it." I watch as her eyes aglow in the dying light of day, scan the horizon a few miles distant. The sun is setting, a spectacular orange obelisk sinking into the Pacific, painting the sky with the blazing hues of fire. In the distance, the silhouette of a palm tree waves its fronds lazily in the warm evening air. A slight breeze picks up, drifting through the trees surrounding us, their leaves mimicking the lullaby of the ocean on a calm starlit night. A chorus of birdsong drifts over from some unseen place the sound of a hundred birds all singing farewell to another day gone by. It's almost hard to imagine there are houses nearby. The only reminder of man's presence on earth being the dilapidated green wood
missing The rain came down in torrents, pelting Emily's head and blurring her vision. The world in front of her appeared as if it were on the other side of a waterfall she could feel the individual rain drops being blown at her by the wind, stinging her face like needles. The low watery rumble of thunder filled the air around her as she walked. The wet ground beneath her feet glowing in the flashes of white from overhead. She glanced down at the piece of paper she had fished out of her pocket at the numbers scribbled out haphazardly in a broken hand. They were barely readable now; the ink they were written in had begun running off the page.
Somewhere ahead of her the dim silhouette of some vast building resolved through the many shades of gray, surrounded by the remnants of a high security fence that now lay rusted and incomplete. She had been following a path,
confusedi guess i'm just confused.
i miss her on the long drives home at night, or when it rains, and i'm alone.
there are times when i wish she were there, just to spend time with, just to see if she cares.
some days we'll be walking and it will seem like there couldn't be a better thing to do.
its days when i wonder, when i stop to think if its true.
when every now and then a song comes on, and i suddenly start missing you.
i want to know if that feeling will be there, when i look past the laugh and the smile you wear.
what should i do..
For every day, another 6All these moments alone thinking of you
How long i've been thinking
If I only knew
Ever since that moment frozen in time
When i looked into your eyes and you looked into mine
I cant stop thinking of you
It'll be a week before I see you again
Sometimes a week is too long
Sometimes a week seems like a year
I only wish this week where shorter
The worlds too lonely without you here
The other night
Those words you whispered in my ear
I was too lost in you to know what you said
I had too many thoughts of you running through my head
It would be my only fear
To never hear those words again
Or see that smile on your face
Or the sparkle in your eyes like the stars in the night sky
Maybe I just miss you too much
Maybe I'll be lucky enough to run into you somewhere
Though I know most times
Life just isn't fair
I missed you almost the minute you where gone
8000 more minutes makes this week seem too long
That's 144 more hours
More time than i have the patience to count on
Each hour seems like a day